Deadpaw couldn't hold in a small sort of her own as he asked if she was sure that cats didn't like her. Yes, she was fairly certain, and she didn't think any amount of being nice was going to change that. After all, it hadn't when she had tried as a kit, not in all the times she was nice to her sister, nice to her mother, it hadn't worked. In fact, all the cats she had tried being nice to had eventually forgotten her, or downright despised her now. But she supposed she had to answer the question, and though her face pinched into a scowl as she responded she mewed
Yes, I KNOW that not a lot of cats like me. It's fairly obvious when they tell you the only good thing you could do would be to go disappear! In her mind, that was about the clearest message you could send.
His next words made her feel a little better, at least it wasn't only her that would always have a cat despise them. If every cat was like that, it made it a bit better. At least she wasn't the only one who would be miserable. Effort was hard, but it seemed like the key factor in being liked, so Deadpaw supposed she would have to give it. Breezefeather's next words brought a genuine smile to her face, not the most pleasing of smiles because of how little it was used, but a smile. He liked her. He liked her. That was more than anyone had ever really come out and said, aside from Nightpaw anyway. And he had stopped talking to her. Although she wasn't sure what he meant by her being interesting. Was it bad to be interesting? Was that how adult cats said "strange" and "weird"? And she blurted her question, bluntly.
What do you mean I'm interesting? Is there something.....wrong with me? With being interesting? Her ears pricked for his response, smile leaving her face. @
Arie (ARG, I'm so sorry! I am a mess!)